Page 106 of The Dark Stranger
Her body tensed sharply, a broken breath tearing from her chest as her eyes squeezed shut, the fight draining out of her just as quickly as it came.
“Pressure’s dropping,” the nurse said quickly.
“Damn it,” the doctor muttered. “She’s crashing—get the fluids up, now.”
Silas’s expression didn’t change.
But something inside him did.
Something colder.
Something focused.
Her hand went slack in his.
“Becca,” he said, sharper this time.
No response.
Her body sank back into the bed, unconsciousness pulling her under again, deeper this time.
The monitor spiked once—
Then steadied.
Silence followed.
Heavy. Suffocating.
“Talk to me,” Silas said, his voice low, dangerous now as his eyes snapped to the doctor.
The doctor didn’t hesitate. “We’ve got it under control—for now. The bleeding’s internal but slow. We’re stabilizing it. She needs rest, monitoring. If it worsens, we intervene.”
Silas stared at himfor a long second.
“For now,” he repeated.
“Yes.”
That wasn’t good enough.
But it was what they had.
Silas exhaled slowly through his nose, the only sign of the storm building beneath his control. His gaze dropped back to her, taking in every mark, every bruise, every sign of what she’d been through.
Someone did this.
Multiple someones.
And they were still breathing.
That thought didn’t sit well.
At all.
Without looking up, Silas spoke. “Jace.”
The door opened almost instantly. Jace stepped in, already reading the room, his posture shifting the second he saw Becca still out.
